Walk over that guy
Who looks you in the eye
He only wants a shot
Think it's deja vu
But you arent sure
If you even believe in that
He softly takes your hand
Your mouth is full of beer
And you want to spit it out
You gotta breath in deep
He doesnt realize
What kind of past youve had

Because I know if you had a knife
Youd pick out his eyes
And scream "no, Im not fine"
And honey I know its weird
To be afraid of what god made
But youve never met an adam